bullyxtreme Chapter 121 Tornado Destroys Parking Lot! Ran Deng: Nephew, get me one too!
Chapter 121 Tornado Destroys Parking Lot! Ran Deng: Nephew, get me one too!
Looking at the body lying on the ground, already taken by the eldest and second sons.
Li Jing was tortured until he was bruised and swollen, and he began to question the meaning of life.
Zhao Gongming forced a smile as he turned away.
He looked up at the last experience officer.
Nezha, the mischievous child.
"Nezha, it's your turn!"
"Go, let your father see what you're capable of!"
Nezha looked down at the black tiger claw half-finger gloves in his hand.
Then she looked at her father, who was lying on the ground in a pitiful state.
He was always fearless.
For once, he hesitated for a moment.
He scratched his topknot and said hesitantly.
"Uncle Zhao...isn't this inappropriate?"
"My dad is like this now, he's lost two teeth."
"If I beat him up again..."
"Does this make me seem very unfilial?"
However, Nezha had barely uttered those words when...
Li Jing, lying on the ground, instantly unleashed his stubborn pride, which made him willing to suffer for the sake of saving face.
He usually enjoys bickering with Nezha, that mischievous demon child.
Hearing his son actually sympathize with him at that moment.
A father's authority must never be challenged!
"Pooh!"
Li Jing spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.
He struggled to get up from the ground.
Although my legs were still trembling.
But he still forced himself to maintain a dignified demeanor.
He pointed at Nezha and roared angrily.
"You unfilial son, what nonsense are you spouting?!"
"Your dad's still doing fine, don't look down on him!"
"Let me tell you, even if your father is like this now..."
"I can beat you with one hand, bring it on!"
These words were spoken.
The hesitation in Nezha's eyes vanished instantly.
Instead, two beams of excited light appeared!
"Alright, you said it!"
"Father, take this!"
Swish!
Nezha put on Black Tiger Afu's gloves without hesitation.
hum!
Causal linkage!
The 100% winning formula is activated instantly!
Nezha's eyes instantly turned arrogant.
It was as if a martial arts master had possessed him.
His body suddenly leaped into the air.
It spins rapidly in the air and lets out a loud roar.
"Tornado destroys parking lot!!!"
boom!
Nezha transformed into a tornado.
They ignored Li Jing's instinctive attempt to block.
It struck Li Jing's chest with perfect accuracy.
"Ouch!"
Li Jing screamed and was about to retreat.
Nezha suddenly turned back in mid-air.
He sat down as if Mount Tai were pressing down on him.
"A crow flies an airplane!!!"
boom!
Li Jing was knocked to the ground by a thud.
Immediately afterwards, Nezha's combo attacks poured down like a storm.
Each move was accompanied by an embarrassing and childish shout.
"Black Tiger Claws Out the Heart!"
"Like Mount Tai pressing down!"
"Two dragons playing with a pearl!"
"Mantis Fist! Snake Step! Lotus Float! Scorpion Palm!"
Finally, Nezha even performed a graceful and rhythmic dance on Li Jing's body, kicking Li Jing away.
"Flamenco steps!!!"
This smooth little combo was executed.
Cihang, Wenshu, and Taiyi were watching from the sidelines.
I heard these things that I had never heard before.
Strange move names.
Then, seeing Nezha's exaggerated movements, I burst out laughing.
"Hahaha, a tornado destroyed a parking lot?"
"Who came up with this name?!"
"A crow flying an airplane—what a vivid analogy!"
"I can't take it anymore, my stomach hurts! This gadget is so interesting!"
At this time, Li Jing...
After enduring the triple assault of the Goodnight Dance, the Stand Ora, and the Astolfo combo, it finally couldn't take it anymore.
Pfft!
Li Jing collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud.
His whole body was convulsing, and his eyes rolled back.
They looked extremely miserable.
He couldn't even move a single finger.
Just as the lobby was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
hum!
An unfathomable pressure from a peak Quasi-Saint suddenly descended upon Chen Tang Pass!
"Who is this person?!"
Everyone was startled.
Suddenly, a figure dressed in a gray robe appeared outside the main hall.
The old Taoist priest had a withered face and a faint, ancient lamp floating behind his head.
The visitor was none other than a guest from the Purple Cloud Palace.
The Randeng Daoist, a powerful rogue cultivator of the same generation as the Three Pure Ones!
Taiyi, Cihang, and Manjushri witnessed this.
Quickly put away your smile and bow respectfully.
"This junior greets Senior Ran Deng!"
Zhao Gongming also bowed in greeting.
"Zhao Gongming of the Jie Sect greets Uncle-Master Randeng."
The Taoist Ran Deng nodded slightly, just about to exchange a few polite words.
My gaze swept across the room and I suddenly saw someone lying on the ground.
With his face bruised and swollen, Li Jing looked as if he had just been trampled by hundreds of ferocious beasts.
Ran Deng was immediately dumbfounded and terrified.
"Li Jing?!"
"What's wrong with my precious apprentice?!"
"Could it be that the Witch Clan has attacked?"
"There must be a powerful demon at work. Who hurt you like this?!"
I heard Master's voice.
Li Jing struggled to open his eyes, which were swollen into a slit.
Tears streamed down my face.
He reached out his hand tremblingly.
He explained vaguely.
"Master, Master..."
"It's not the Witch Clan, it's Senior Zhao Gongming."
"He crafted magical artifacts for my three good-for-nothing sons."
"Disciple...disciple gave it a try."
"Its power is indeed very strong; my disciple cannot withstand it!"
After listening to Li Jing's tearful account.
The Taoist Ran Deng was taken aback at first, then suddenly turned his head.
His gaze was fixed intently on Zhao Gongming.
In that instant, the withered face of the lamp...
An unprecedented frenzy and excitement erupted!
He completely ignored his apprentice lying on the ground in a pitiful state.
He rushed to Zhao Gongming in one stride.
He held Zhao Gongming's hands tightly with both of his.
His voice was trembling with excitement.
"Junior Nephew Zhao!"
"So this is the magical artifact you crafted?!"
"Actually... I've long admired your abstract magic weapon!"
"Dijiang's wheelchair, Dongwanggong's finger cot."
"I saw everything clearly in the dark!"
"It's simply a divine object that defies the very creation of heaven and earth!"
Ran Deng rubbed his hands together, his old face beaming with a smile.
"Nephew, do you think... you could also forge a magic weapon suitable for me?"
"I have been stuck at the peak of Quasi-Saint for many years."
"We desperately need a suitable, concept-level magical artifact to suppress the fortune!"
Upon hearing this, Li Jing, who was lying on the ground, coughed twice.
He spat out a mouthful of blood and weakly raised his hand.
"Ahem...Immortal!"
Actually, I want one too.
"Otherwise... how am I supposed to get these three rebellious sons to obey me in the future?"
"I'm so done with being a father!"
Looking at the longing in the eyes of the master and his apprentice.
Zhao Gongming was delighted and readily agreed.
"Sure, sure!"
"As long as you have top-tier rare and precious herbs, everything is negotiable!"
Upon hearing this, Daoist Ran Deng quickly began rummaging in his sleeve.
Without hesitation, he took out two priceless treasures that exuded an ancient and weathered aura.
One piece is a piece of innate spirit coffin wood that exudes a ghostly, deathly aura.
One piece is a Netherworld Glazed Flame burning with the flames of annihilation.
"Nephew, you've worked hard!"
Ran Deng generously stuffed the lamp into Zhao Gongming's hand.
[Ding! High-grade refining materials detected: Innate Spirit Coffin Wood, Netherworld Glazed Fire Seed!]
[Matching Options: Can craft magical artifacts with concepts of burial/deliverance/annihilation, as well as magical artifacts with concepts of defense/suppression!]
"All done!"
Zhao Gongming nodded in satisfaction.
"Please wait a moment, I'll be right back!"
After saying this, Zhao Gongming turned around and went back into the secret room.
He continued his great work of weapon forging.
Inside the main hall, there was the Taoist Ran Deng and Li Jing, who had been helped up.
The two looked at each other, their eyes filled with anticipation.
Although they all knew that Zhao Gongming's magic weapon had the side effect of causing death.
But... the effect is really strong!
"What does it matter if I lose face, as long as I can become stronger and dominate others?"